You've got the pen
And we've done the typing
Why can't you get us home for good?
Let's put it in writing!

On and on we argue so
The sirens blare and the whistles blow
Till we cannot hear anymore,
This is the score.

We've armed a bear -
Why are we bullfighting?
Why do we prance our little flag around
As if he's not biting?

On and on: we've bled so long
Now the waters rise and our limbs are gone
And we cannot swim anymore
This is the score.

Now on the chase
Our colors are falling
Two nations removed
From where the resistance is calling.

On and on, we're fractured now
The families shake, those children howling on and on,
On and on, no end in sight
No drawdown.
No light for any company to see.

This is the score.